entered through the arched door to the right of his gilded throne. His courtiers, commanders and officials — Jauhar among them — were already grouped in a semicircle facing the throne. Their robes and tunics of every hue from saffron yellow and red to purple and blue were as brilliant as the rich carpet from Tabriz on which they were standing. Jewels sparkled in their turbans, around their necks and on their fingers. At the sight of Humayun, all bowed low.
His impulse was to stride right past them and on through the open double doors of polished mulberry into the antechamber beyond, where he could see Bairam Khan and Akbar waiting. But he had summoned his courtiers to witness the homecoming of a victorious general and must give them a dignified spectacle. Seating himself on his throne, Humayun raised his hand. ‘Let Bairam Khan approach.’ He watched as his commander entered the chamber and made his way slowly towards the throne, then halted and bowed.
‘Bairam Khan, you are welcome,’ said Humayun, then gestured to his attendant who stepped forward with a bag of turquoise velvet. Loosening the cord of twisted silver thread at its neck, Humayun tipped the contents into his left hand and extended it towards Bairam Khan. Those closest to the throne gasped as they saw the dark red glitter of rubies.
‘Bairam Khan, you are a soldier to whom such fripperies as this gift of gems mean little. But I have something else to give. You will become my
‘Majesty.’ Bairam Khan bowed low once more, but not before Humayun had seen his dark blue eyes flash with surprise. It was a good way to reward the general who had left his Persian homeland for him and served with such distinction. Zahid Beg might also have expected the honour and had certainly deserved it, but he had recently asked leave to return to his ancestral lands near Kabul. He was growing old and stiff, he had told Humayun. His days as a warrior were nearly done, but if ever Humayun had need of him he would come.
Humayun looked over Bairam Khan’s head to address his courtiers. ‘On the night of the next full moon, we will illuminate the Purana Qila with so many lamps and candles that its radiance will rival the moon itself and we will feast to celebrate this victory.’ Humayun turned again to his attendant. ‘Now summon my beloved son before me.’
As Akbar entered Humayun saw with love and pride how much he had altered in the months he had been away. He looked even taller and his broad, muscular shoulders strained against the green cloth of his tunic. He was also, Humayun noted, looking more than a little pleased with himself. But as his son drew nearer and touched his right hand to his breast in salute, he saw it was bandaged. Before Humayun could ask the cause, Bairam Khan, who had seen the direction of his glance, spoke.
‘Majesty, as you instructed I ensured that during major actions the prince was well protected by bodyguards. But late one afternoon, not many days after we had crushed Sekunder Shah, my scouts reported that they had spotted a band of his men in the foothills. I decided to lead a party of a thousand cavalry, together with a few small baggage wagons carrying weapons and supplies, in pursuit and to take Akbar with me to gain experience of such operations. I thought there would be little danger. But as we were riding up a narrow ravine, there was a sudden rockslide and amid the shower of pebbles and scree several heavy boulders came crashing down, killing three of my men and blocking the way.
‘Most of the column had already passed beyond that point but the last hundred or so riders and our few wagons were now cut off from the main party. With darkness falling and the risk of further rockslides, I shouted to those who had been separated from us to retreat back the way they’d come. I then moved the rest of the column quickly out of the ravine and returned with some of our strongest men to attempt to clear the debris. But it quickly became obvious we could not complete the task until the light returned. . My greatest anxiety was for the prince who with his milk-brother was among those we could not reach, but. . ’ here Bairam Khan paused, ‘I should let him tell his own story. . ’
‘I’d heard Bairam Khan ordering us to get out of the ravine,’ Akbar continued eagerly, ‘but just as we were turning the baggage wagons — which wasn’t easy, the defile was narrow — we were suddenly attacked by men swarming about on a rock shelf high above us. From what little we could see of them they didn’t look like soldiers of Sekunder Shah. They were poorly armed — no muskets, just arrows and spears. I think they were probably mountain tribesmen who’d been observing our progress and hoped for a chance of plunder. Perhaps they’d even caused the landslip. . Whoever they were, their arrows and spears were soon falling thickly around us and several of our men were hit.
‘I shouted to our troops to take cover behind the wagons and then ordered the few musketeers we had with us to fire at our assailants. They had the sinking orange sun in their eyes but the flash and bang of their guns was enough to frighten our attackers off and we got at least one of them. His body came tumbling down and when we inspected it we found a musket ball in his forehead. Though we remained on guard all that night they didn’t return and next morning, after the fallen rock had been cleared, we were reunited with the main column.’
‘And your hand?’
‘My first battle wound — a graze from an arrow. Adham Khan saw it coming and pushed me to one side or it might have hit me in the body. . ’ Akbar’s amber-brown eyes — so like Hamida’s — had been glowing as he had relived the skirmish.
‘You acquitted yourself bravely and well,’ said Humayun. Privately he wondered what Hamida, watching and listening behind the grille set high in the wall to the right of his throne, would be thinking. But despite her maternal fears she should be as proud of Akbar as he was. He had shown coolness and resourcefulness — essential survival skills for an emperor and ones that could not be acquired too early.
That night, Humayun ate with Hamida and Akbar in the
Hamida too looked happy. Her face had acquired a new bloom and her clinging silk garments showed the supple, fluid outline of her body that, grown a little more voluptuous since the days of her girlhood, was even more beautiful. Tonight ornaments of blue sapphires set with diamonds sparkled in her flowing dark hair, and another sapphire was in her navel left bare by low, wide-cut trousers of duck-egg blue and a short, tight-fitting bodice that revealed the swell of her breasts.
‘How is it with my empress?’ Humayun asked when Akbar left them and they were alone.
‘As I have told you again and again’ — she smiled — ‘it is very well. So many hundreds of attendants. . my every desire anticipated. . My life is everything I could have imagined and more. But what pleases me above everything is that our son has returned safely. He fills me with such joy. It seems so strange to me to remember how — after he was taken from us and Hindal brought him back — Akbar seemed not to know me. I was so envious of Maham Anga when I saw how he stretched out his hands to her and how his smiles were for her, not me. I was so angry with myself, so ashamed of my jealousy, after everything we owed to brave Maham Anga. . But all that belongs to the past. Now I feel I know every thought running through Akbar’s mind, that I understand all his desires and ambitions. The bonds between us could not be stronger. . ’
‘I remember what you told me on the morning after our wedding night — that you knew you would bear a son and that he would be a great ruler one day. . What do you see now when you look into the future?’
‘Akbar’s birth was the last thing I foresaw clearly. Though as a girl I seemed to have inherited the mystic powers of my ancestor, they left me. . Perhaps that is for the best. The ability to see into the future may not always bring happiness. . sometimes it may be better not to know. . ’
Chapter 28
In his apartments Humayun was studying the plans for a new library that his architects had presented to him
